The Dark Death by Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson

Author:Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson [Grant, Maxwell & Gibson, Walter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Espionage, Fiction, Thrillers
ISBN: 9781608770076
Amazon: B002T5YOTC
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1935-02-15T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER XIII. TRAILS IN THE NIGHT

IT was nine o'clock that evening.

Gyp Tangoli, attired in gaudy dressing gown, was standing in the living room of his apartment. His dark face wore an evil scowl; his twisted lips, as they formed an ugly smile, showed a glimmer of his gold teeth.

Opposite Gyp was Turk Berchler. The squatty killer was seated in an easy-chair, puffing at a cigarette. Turk's pug-nosed face showed brownish in the light. His expression was one that indicated annoyance. But Turk said nothing. He was waiting for Gyp to speak. The time came.

"We ought to have heard from Skeeter," growled Gyp. "He's been around that beanery for a couple of hours. It's a cinch that he ought to have spotted Willington by this time."

"I don't figure it that way, Gyp," returned Turk. "Why should Willington go back to the Hotel Royal?"

"That's where he lives, isn't it? And he's in town."

"Sure. But he's taking no chances."

"No? Then why is he talking about coming to the Club Cadiz?"

"It's easy to figure, Gyp. Willington knows that somebody may be out to get him. He's not quite sure, though. He thinks maybe the bump was really meant for Congo Mollin. But he'd be a palooka to go back to the Hotel Royal. The Club Cadiz is different, though."

"Yeah? Why?"

"Because Nicky Donarth keeps gorillas out of that joint. Except any he might want to have around for protection. Willington figures the Club Cadiz is safe."

"You don't think he figures I'm out to get him?"

"Why should he? He don't know what's in your mind. You've never gone after him before."

"Maybe you're right, Turk. But Willington is smart. He might have figured that Driller Borson and Gat Lober were on my pay roll."

"But he wouldn't figure on meeting you at the Club Cadiz. That's why he's going there."

Gyp nodded. Turk's expression sounded logical. The two crooks faced each other in silence. Then Gyp spoke again.

"It looks like the Club Cadiz is the best bet," he remarked. "That is, if Willington really shows up there. Only Nicky was kind of squeamish when I talked to him."

"I fixed that," grunted Turk. "Nicky can't back out on anything that I put up to him. He gave me an alibi, didn't he? Well, he's got to stick to it, or get in wrong with the bulls. Listen, Gyp: you don't want Skeeter Wigan on the loose. Call him in from that beanery. He won't see Willington around the Hotel Royal."

GYP TANGOLI nodded. He clapped his hands. Instantly, his two Hindus appeared, each from a separate door.

Gyp spoke to the one called Mahmud. The fellow bowed and went to the telephone. He dialed a number; then in careful English, he asked to speak to Mr. Wigan. A short conversation followed. Mahmud hung up.

"I have spoken to him, sahib," said the Hindu, addressing Gyp Tangoli. "He will come here from that little restaurant where he now is."

The Hindu turned and went into another room. Bundha copied the action, returning to the place from which he had come.

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